The Eyesore

Bang! The phone exploded. Not only that—the man's hand shattered in the same instant, blood gushing without end.

The sudden change shocked everyone present.

"Ah!!!"

Only then did the person taking the photo let out a scream. Clutching his shattered right hand, he howled and sobbed, the pain nearly making him faint.

"..."

Luo Xing frowned but said nothing. He merely snorted. "Mortal."

Then he strode forward. Wherever he passed, the onlookers who had been watching the excitement hurriedly scattered in fear, not daring to approach, much less block his path.

This was an era when "myth" and "technology" were gradually converging.

Everyone knew how formidable cultivators were. This man had exploded someone's phone and hand with a single glance, and he looked like an evil heretic at first sight. He was certainly a cultivator—and a powerful cultivator of the demonic path at that.

What ordinary person would dare stop him?!

Only after he had walked several hundred meters did one of the onlookers finally blurt out:

"Holy—holy crap?!"

"This guy's an evil heretic! I have to admit, some people look like villains the moment you see them."

"With a face like his, I'd believe you even if you told me he ate people!"

"Damn it, hurry, hurry, call the police! Oh, and 120 too—the man's hand is broken. How awful..."

"One more thing—quick, everyone contact your families! Tell them to stay home and absolutely not come out, or they might run into that evil heretic!"

"Right. That guy looks rotten to the core. Whatever you do, don't let him touch you. Who knows what he'll do?"

"But... how dare he?! Isn't he afraid of the Resident Happiness Living Department?"

"This..."

Besides panic and fear, they were even more bewildered.

How had he dared to attack someone?

How had he